CINDER

A little silky,skimpy coarse,
teeming in a trice,still in another,
your piety,in my eyes,is like cinder...

You are on the counter,I am on this silhouette ,
Do not know where this yearning is taking me,
Your enchantment is contrasive from the unimpaired world...

As long as we both are in mirage,
The orb and the blue feel admirable,
The bliss of today is received in portion,
but I have a chronicle of every jiffy of the ulterior,
Your love is like the sunup dream,
Your piety,in my eyes,is like cinder....